February 8, 2012 § 52 Comments
This is going to sound so fucking pathetic.
I went into the cafe at lunch time yesterday to get my latte. I am friendly with all the people behind the counter. They are always so welcoming and smiling and chatty. One of the young men served me. Every time I say, “How are you?”, he breaks out into a big smile and replies, “You know me, I am always cheerful.” And he is.
Yesterday, as I approached the counter, and before I’d had a chance to say hello, he said, almost flirtatiously, “Hello, darlin’!” and gave me the hugest smile ever. He has a goatee, and his lip is pierced right in the middle with a socking great ring, almost as big as one through a bull’s nose or a pig’s snout. And he must be young enough to be my son. But I thought, hey, that’s one of the nicest greetings I have had in a very long time from anyone other than a supportive girlfriend. It quite gave a spring to my step for the rest of the afternoon.
Such is the stuff which comprises the highlight of a plankton’s day.